Something in the air leaves an impression
There is something in the air and I can feel it calling tonight. An evening of despair, or despondence, a shift as autumn prepares to call it quits. A carpet of leaves will lose life, wilt, and give way to the winds knocking down whatever solemnity is left. But don’t be fooled. There is a compassionate sacrificial dance at play honoring those leaves that contribute to our very existence, as they are to be recycled into the earth gently stoking a fire within. Fanning the flame
